Forsaking Dreams

yesterday's love underneath my pillow... at night before I go to sleep... hoping that dreams of you are sweet... yearning to dream of that far off place... where we explored possibilities... hot kisses given in candlelight... a brush with passion, whispered sighs... I float, weightless, over deserted beach... past boardwalks and haunted seascapes... through shuttered, cobwebbed vacant rooms... candlewax remnants on a dusty floor... searching high and low for what evades... the sun rises high seeping through my blinds... the pillowcase wet from forsaking dreams...